| Bought thousand dollar shoes just to go to church in
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| I spent forty thousand on my ladies purses
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| It’s hard to see the hate through the Maybach curtains
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| Ain’t no man in a world I would ever worship
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| Had to keep it in the streets I couldn’t go commercial
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| Walk in with me while I’m performing promise they won’t search you
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| I got some homies follow fee if I say it they hurt you
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| You can’t help but to notice I’m poppin'
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| Been in my bag check out like I’m grocery shopping
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| In Magic Monday with them hoes they know that I got it
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| Shit, with all this money I’m 'posed to be cocky
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| How you ain’t gon' get no string when you notice who shot you
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| I’m fighting these demons they grin when I’m sinning
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| Sixty seconds in my watch 'cause it’s been a lil minute
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| And I bust down everybody neck by like ten of them bitches
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| Gotta say my prayers every night 'cause I live a lil different (Yeah, ayy)
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| I hop out the bed and read my Daily Bread (Good morning baby)
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| I told her kush for breakfast we’re not making eggs (Wanna roll a pound)
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| My life feel like Snowfall and I’m Franklin (I know you see me)
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| Deposits only I just left the bank again (Rich Homie shit)
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| Let her suck it once she wanna taste again (Ooh)
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| I let her fuck me, hold the camera while I tape her friend (Yeah)
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| Got my bible and that pistol on the dresser (What else)
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| Got my foot back in ain’t no way I’m gon' let up |